I could see the skin to the sides of her panties getting pink and she kicked like a ten-year-old that had just gotten caught for smoking.
"This needs to be a bare bottom spanking,” he said out loud, and with that, jerked her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She shrieked loudly, wiggling and trying to get off of his lap, but he had a tight grip.
I couldn't move my eyes away as he laid swat after swat on her lovely little ass. Her skin went from a light pink to crimson within moments. Her yelps began to fill the room.
"Please! Robert!” she cried, “I won't spend any more money! You can have my credit cards! Please! Stop!"
He stopped and looked down at his captive bride.
"Do you promise you can control your spending and I won't ever have to take this kind of action again?” he asked.
She sniffled.
"Yes, yes, I promise."
He helped her to her feet and it was at that moment I saw her glance at me and smile. She had known all along that I had been watching.
"Now, young lady,” her husband continued as he pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room, “you are to bend over this chair with your skirt pulled up and your panties pulled down and stay there for fifteen minutes. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir,” she replied as she bent over the back of the chair and put her hands on the seat.
He adjusted her clothing the way he wanted it, then looked out the doorway directly at me. I turned away quickly, fumbling with the sprayer, trying not to look as if I had been watching.
"Mike,” he said, “come over here."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked over to him.
"It's Mark."
He waved his hand.
"Whatever. Here's two hundred dollars."
"That's too much, sir. The carpet cleaning is only…"
He cut me off in mid-sentence.
"I want you to do me a favor."
"Yes sir?"
"I have to go in to the office, but I want my wife in time out for fifteen minutes. The extra money is a tip for you if you will make sure she stays where she is for that length of time. Will you do that?"
I looked at the money in my hand and then over at his wife, who was shifting from foot to foot, making her lovely pink bottom sway deliciously.
"Yes sir, I would be happy to."
"Good,” he said, giving me a pat on the shoulder, “Good man."
And with that, he was out the door, leaving me alone with his half-naked bride.
"Mark, could you come in here, please?” she called.
Part of me wanted to go, part of me didn't. Okay, the part that wanted to go was below my belt, and the part that didn't was … well, there wasn't a part that didn't. I entered the room.
"Yes ma'am?"
"My husband said I can't get up for fifteen minutes,” she said, “and my skin is stinging awfully bad. Would you mind rubbing some lotion on my bottom to cool it down?"
"Uh … well, no ma'am, I don't mind."
"Good. The lotion is there on the vanity."
I retrieved the bottle, squirted some cream into my hand, and began applying it to her pink pelt. She wiggled and moaned.
"Oh, that feels so much better. Please don't stop."
I took a deep breath and continued my delightful chore. I was a little afraid that lotion in my hand wasn't the only thing I would be squirting before the night was over. The whole exhibition ended up being a scene I would play over and over in my mind for many months to come. Literally, to come.
* * * *
I once came to a house where two women lived together. I didn't think anything about it at first, thinking they might be college roommates or perhaps coworkers sharing a house, but quickly changed my mind on that idea when they both answered the door wearing nothing but panties and white lace bras.
"Uh, hi,” I stammered, “I'm Mark from A-1 Carpet Cleaners. I've got a 4:00 appointment with Julie."
"I'm Julie,” said the tall, slender blonde, “and this is my roommate Zoe."
I shook her hand, although I could hardly take my eyes off their scantily clad bodies.
"It's nice to meet you both."
"Come on in,” she said, “I'll show you around."
Zoe was the quieter of the two and followed as we went from room to room. Julie showed me what she wanted cleaned and then looked at her roomie.
"Do you think he should do the upstairs?” she asked.
Zoe, a much more petite redhead with large breasts and an ass to die for, nodded her head.
"Oh yes, the upstairs room could use a good cleaning too."
"Just show me the way, ladies,” I chirped, anxious to follow them so I could watch the sway of their bottoms as they climbed the steps.
They led me up a flight of stairs and to a single door at the top. As Julie opened the door, I stood there in astonishment. There, in the middle of the room, was a large X. It was lifted from the floor about waist high by four metal legs and a support in the middle, and appeared to have a soft cushion of padding on the top. The entire thing looked to be about seven or eight feet long.
"I … uh … I,” I began, stammering all over myself in the attempt to appear cool. It was no use. I wasn't being cool and it showed.